Sunday, September 15, 2019

STL DPB ON THE ROAD - A CHIHUAHUA WITH RED SUNGLASSES


We met this man on Bourbon Street in front of renowned Galatoire's restaurant, where one of the staff was helping him onto the sidewalk. Our best guess was that he had suffered a stroke. The blanket with the logo of the New Orleans Saints football team covered his wheelchair.  He had the sunniest personality of anyone I've met in a long time.

Yes, he was out hustling some income but he was simply charming. He had trained the dog on top to take off its sunglasses with its left front paw after a series of word commands. The crowd went wild.        


Saturday, September 14, 2019

STLDPB ON THE ROAD - PALADAR 511


It is hard to eat poorly in New Orleans as long as you stay away from fast food (much easier to find than in Paris). We got out of the French Quarter and more out into the neighborhoods of the city.  Our server at the superb Gabrielle's in Uptown recommended Paladar 511. It's in the Marigny district. I had to look up the name. It's Spanish for palate or, in Cuba, an owner-operator restaurant. 511 is the street address. Oh wow.

I had my wonderful little Fujifilm X-T30 with me. It is black, small, and with a flip-out screen you can photograph people without being noticed. It was a young, hip scene.            


 


Friday, September 13, 2019

STL DPB ON THE ROAD - WHEN PEOPLE THINK OF NEW ORLEANS THEY THINK OF . . .


Bourbon Street. This place makes the Las Vegas Strip look classy. One of the main marketing themes seems to be getting blotto drunk, although I don't know how much the bar owners and police actually tolerate. I'm not even sure if some of the bars ever close. 

On the other hand, Preservation Hall is just a few steps off Bourbon. Its motto is "dedicated to the preservation of jazz." It's old-style, traditional Dixieland. The inside is a bit of a dump but listening to those old musicians in unforgettable.          





Wednesday, September 11, 2019

STL DPB ON THE ROAD AGAIN - AW SHUCKS


It seems like I've hardly slept in my own bed lately. Back from Paris a few days ago, work as fast as I can, than down to New Orleans for a conference in my legal specialty. It's a big deal for me. The organization was founded and had its first meeting in this city 40 years ago. There are four of us at this meeting who were at the first one. I'm one of them. I thought they were going to give us something like the Legion of Honor, but no.

So Mrs. C and I went out for a walk today in the famous, historic and, in spots, quite tawdry French Quarter, or Vieux Carre. We stopped into an old place called Felix's for lunch. It's an oyster house. Somebody has to shuck all those oysters for the famous po' boy sandwiches. These guys were amazing for the speed at which they worked and the retention of all their fingers.           

Monday, September 9, 2019

MADELEINE MONDAY


There are more pictures of Paris. I could bore you with them for weeks but I think it's time to move on.

On Saturday we took the kid to a local attraction known as Grant's Farm. That takes some explaining. Civil War general and US president Ulysses S. Grant retired there when his public service was over. The property came into the hands of the Busch family, as in Anheuser-Busch. Adolphus Busch established a great estate a day's ride from the brewery (now a 30 minute drive at most). It stayed in the hands of the same family. In recent decades it became sort of a petting zoo-animal ride-little amusement park for kids. Plus the grown-ups get two free draws of AB products.

Madeleine liked it all. No horsemanship problems on the carousel.     

Sunday, September 8, 2019

AT THE POMPIDOU



Posts have been hit and miss. We got home Wednesday night, I was buried at work and we go out of town again Tuesday for a professional conference. At least there will be plenty to photograph there.

Anyway, we made our obligatory visit to the Pompidou, the museum of modern and contemporary art with its still-shocking architecture. It is as well known for the views from its terrace as for the works on display. There are breathtaking views of the Eiffel Tower and Montmartre with Sacre Coeur on top.        




Thursday, September 5, 2019

STL DPB ON THE ROAD - MARCHE AUX PUCES


The original flea market of them all is the Marche des Puces-literally flea market- just outside the old north gate of Paris. It is open weekends and mobbed with tourists and locals looking for a bargain. You never know what you will  find but last Saturday it was heavy on sneakers and sports stuff. Someone offered to sell me a child size Kansas City Royals jersey with the patch from their championship year for €30, about $33. I took a pass. Sometimes the mannequins were as interesting as the clothes.

Back home now but just for six days.
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Wednesday, September 4, 2019

STL DPB ON THE ROAD - SIGNS


Home Wednesday night. I'm pooped. The procedure I had two weeks ago helped the back pain but my gait is awkward and I still need the cane but I've walked 3.5 to 5 miles a day. A nine hour sit today should help.

Anyway, the first picture is city hall. Noble aspirations. We in the US do okay on the liberty but we're a little short on the equality and fraternity. In the second, epicerie means grocery store. The others are self-explanatory. And then there is the midnight laundromat.  






Monday, September 2, 2019

STL DPB ON THE ROAD - BUDDHA COMES TO THE CATHEDRAL


And other kinds of people followed. We visited Chartres Cathedral, a little more than an hour by train from Paris. I'm so tired (it's late Monday night as I write this) maybe I'll add some more comment in the morning. But then, since I tend to beat myself up when we travel and never have enough spare time, I'll just refer you here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chartres_Cathedral .           







STL DPB ON THE ROAD - FILLER - GARE MONTPARNASSE


So many photos, so little edit time. We took a day trip to Chartres Cathedral and I have a lot of pix to clean up. For now a couple of shots in the Montparnasse Station waiting room. Thank heavens for flip-out camera screens.            


Saturday, August 31, 2019

STL DPB ON THE ROAD - ATELIERE DES LUMIERES - VIEUX AMIS - LA VIE PARISIENNE


I'm not quite ready for this. Although my back pain is gone after the recent procedures, my gait is a mess and my leg muscles are like putty after a year and a half of under use. The muscles are barking (loudly) and I've become a major customer of the local Uber operation. But the show must go on.

On Friday, we went to the must-visit Ateliere des Lumieres, the workshops of light. It is an old iron foundry which now contains ephemeral, ever changing projections of art on some theme. This year it is Van Gogh and Japanese illustration. Later, we met some of our City Daily Photographer friends for a wonderful meal in an unpretentious cafe. You can't eat badly in France if you stay out of one of the (very few) McDonalds. That's me in the bottom picture, face in phone as usual.          






Friday, August 30, 2019

STL DPB on the road - TEMPS ET ART


I take a picture like the first one every time I am in Paris. It is the clock tower in the northeast corner of the top floor of the Orsay Museum, obviously set up for visual impact. Can't go wrong.

The big show was about Berthe Morrisot, the only woman who elbowed her way into the Impressionists' circle (except maybe for the American, Mary Cassat). It was stunning. I had heard of her, maybe seen an image or two, but knew nothing about her. Her style is often quite loose, shapes dissolving into colored air with a flick of the brush. Note how two strokes define the crimson lips in the detail below from Girl With A Bowl Of Milk. The subject may be her daughter, Julie. If there were time, this would be worth a second visit.       



Thursday, August 29, 2019

STL DPB ON THE ROAD - DEJA VU ALL OVER AGAIN


It is fitting to title this post with a quote from St. Louisan Yogi Berra, perhaps the only words of French he ever spoke. We are back in what is probably our favorite city in the world, Paris. Last night we took a tour of the Louvre with a young art historian.  The museum is horrifically crowded these days but it's not too bad at night. Familiar images here. Time to get out on the street.